All is love, love is all,
rolling like a ball,everest as tall.
a gift from God, the sun that shine, the air we breathe,
a strong feeling, hard to describe, if contracted no drug to prescribe, ...
(With apologies to the singer of the “Song of the Banjo”.)
I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone;
I'm beloved by the Legion of the Lost;
I haven't got a “vox humana” tone,
And a dime or two will satisfy my cost.
I don't attempt your high-falutin' flights;
I am more or less uncertain on the key;
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